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And by and by the old woman, who troubled all the Court with her howling, desired the Judges, that before I should be tormented on the racke, I might uncover the bodies which I had slaine, that every man might see their comely shape and youthfull beauty, and that I might receive condign and worthy punishment, according to the quality of my offence: and therewithall shee made a sign of joy.
This cannot serve your turne, say he does belye you; He stakes against your body his owne soule. Say there is no such murther, yet the Law Fastens on you; for any man accusd For killing of his father may be rackd To draw confession from him. Will you confesse? Man. I cannot, must not, will not. Mac. Jaylour, take & prepare him for the racke: Wele see it done here. Hen. You are righteous Judges.
I know not whither now I ere shall see my father: doe not you Ravish yourselfe from me, for at the worst We may dye here, Henrico; and I had rather Fall in your eye than in your absence be Dishonord; if the destinyes have not Spun out a longer thread, lets dye together. Hen. Oh doe not racke my soule with these sad accents.
For it is not likely that one man alone could kill three such great and valiant persons, wherefore the truth must be tried out by the racke, and so wee shall learne what other companions he hath, and root out the nest of these mischievous murtherers. And there was no long delay, but according to the custome of Grecia, the fire, the wheele, and many other torments were brought in.
Ile not so dishonour My father, nor my ancestours before me, Nor my posterity with such an earthquake To shake our noble house. Mac. Give him the Law then. Man. Ile meete a thousand deaths first. Hen. Plucke, & plucke home, for he's a murtherous Villaine. Man. Thou worse, a divell. Mac. Racke him! Man. Oh stay! for heavens sake spread your mercy! I doe confesse the murther; I killd my father.
Now what please you, madam? that I shall amble, trott, or walke? Ele. Any pace. Buz. Yet, if you would referre it to me, I'de use none of them. Ele. What wouldst doe? Buz. Why I would gallop or run, for I think long till I be at home in our Castle of comfort. If it please you Ile lead you a hand gallop in the plaine ground, trott up hill with you & racke downewards. Ele.
A stately Spanish dance. Nares' article sub. 'Pavan' is full and interesting. The repetition of the words "such a" is probably a clerical error: the Alexandrine is clumsy. Skirmishers or sharpshooters. Nares quotes from Taylor's Workes, 1630: "So horseman-ship hath the trot, the amble, the racke, the pace, the false and wild gallop, or the full speed," &c.
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